Woman Dont Cry

Written by: Walayee Poet Lay Whitlock-Ishway

Iridescent hues of fallacy
Mask the chains that pierce
This bruised soul…

Born with burn stains
Of her native land
Tattooed in tiding teardrops…

Her cascading locks 
Choke a history of
Troubled legacies…still

Visible are remnants
Of a crimson flag
Permanently adorning
Her battered life’s past…

Lay